The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1887-09-29


him often. though the two have drifted
apart since then. Judge Carter you
mean. He lives at Griffton. DO you
know himp"
''Um ye-es! After fashion,"
Papa! whispered the young girl;
but Rolling's quick ear caught her
words; know the judge better than
you do"
"Be quiet Puss. will you p replied
her father, in the same tone.
II am told" resumed the young
man, "that he has left the bench. and
though quite wealthy. has gone back
to the bar. l have letter for him
which my father, recalling their youth
full friendship. insists on giving me;
but shall not present it,"
"Why not? He might be of service
to YOU"
Scarcely. sir. You see. if l am to
be salesman in country store, had
better accommodate myself to my
position. The Judge. even if he re-
membercd old college friendships.
wouldn't be likely to consider me a
welcome addition to his family circle
as visitor. He is rich; and then he is
said to have a very handsome and &C
complished daughter, who would. no
doubt, look down OH me- have my
bread and butter to earn. and had bet
ter contine myself to it,
Possibly you are right. But how
came your father TO lose his money!
I thought he inherited fine fortune"
Eyes, sir; but he was drawn into in
curing responsibility for relative.
He is not ruined BY any means, but is
merely hampered, and thinks he will
pull through in time with little
economy and prudence; and have no
doubt he will. But am only in his
wav, or l would have remained"
"Have you ever thought of trying
farming?"
No, sir. have no capital. and
know nothing of it,
do you know more of selling gro
cerics and dry goods?"
mot BIT more; but, you see. I am
paid something there while l learn"
"Your friend. or your acquaintance,
as you call him, goes to Grifton. too
does hep"
Eyes. sir; but he goes there in diff
ferent capacity. l believe he repre-
scnts his father in some transaction
about property with the judge, and is
to remain there some days as guest,
until the affair is closed. Possibly. as
his father wants Ii m to marry. he may
be on tour of observation. and take
in the judges daughter. Though that
is impertinent Of me. for he has said
nothing on the subject"
"Do you think he is so irresistible as
to be able to pick and choose at his
pleasure?" inqu red the girl. looking
quizzically over her fathers shoulder.
HE can be very fascin ating when he
chooses. am told" replied Boiling;
land as he is handsome, an only son,
and his father worth millions, he is at
least what elderly ladies call "A good
catch.'"
HE puts up his fascination along
with his courtesy, suppose. and leaves
both at home when he travels said
the girl.
Lucy! Lucy!' cried her father,
'some thoughts had better be left un-
spoken"
The conversation turned into other
channels. But the old farmer still pur-
sued his queries in the most artful
way. There is strong thirst for infor-
nation in the rural mind, but in this
instance it seemed to be personal.
At last the elegant Jim Poulder
came back from the smoking car. with
strong nicotian aroma shedding it
self from his person. He bl ought
something more with him. HIS voice
had that thickness which told of the
draining of his pocket-hask. He was
jolly and confidential
"Sorry, old fellow" he said, Ito have
left you so long. Been bored to death
for want of company, haven't youp"
'Oh, no! 1 have enjoyed a very pleas
ant conversation with our genial
neighbor over the way
Genial! Well, of all the queer chaps
for picking up all low acquaintance,
you BEATEN, and give 'em six in the
game"
Ssh! They'll hear YOU
LET 'em, who cares? Going to
stop at the Junction."
mo; there is one-horse sort of
connecting train, I learn, and I shall
push on to Grlffton at once"
Il shan't. I'll lie over a day. I'm
sort of worn out. and I'll come over
tomorrow as fresh as a daisy. Hope
you'll have a good time among the
cheese and candles. intend to look
in on you before leave and see show
doth the little busy bee improve each
shining hour"
THANK you; you're very kind"
! The brakeman cianed his neck in
the door, and uttered some sounds,
apparently "Grittin Juxsh'n." which
the experienced ear understood to be
Griffton Junction, and the traveller fol
that point left the cars. Poulder made
his way. with his luggage to the little
hotel there, while the farmer and
daughter followed by Boiling, made
theirs to the single car, with a little
superannuated engine attached, which
stood waiting There were no other
passengers and the three had the cal
to themselves.
''Come over here. Mr.. Boiling" said
the old man, after the car had beer
in motion while, Il want to tall
to you a bit Turn down that seat.
That will do. You said you had 9